“Where do you want me to treat you for dinner?”
Right after he was over with his obsession with trying to dissect every single painting there was on the wall of the botanic garden, we were finally able to get out of there and eat dinner. It horrified me to see him working hard and going into every single one of the paintings and then telling me the message he got out of it. It was almost like it, like he was solving the puzzle that would end up on a hidden treasure.
I had to tell him the gates would be closing soon so he’d stop over his obsession and set his foot outside of the botanic garden. I locked the door myself in fear something inside would steal his attention once more and before I could stop him he had already set his foot back inside.
With the newly bought pair of lock and ke
